(A Story Inspired by P1Harmony's "Late Night Calls")
The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across Soobin's room. His fingers brushed the screen of his phone, hesitating above your name in his contacts. The quiet hum of the night felt louder than ever. He had spent hours contemplating this moment, wondering if it was even worth it to reach out, to break the silence that had settled between you two.
It had been weeks since the last time you spoke. Weeks since everything had felt easy and natural. Since then, everything had slipped into a distant memory, blurry and fading. The call had always been the hardest part—he never knew how to start, what to say, or whether you still wanted to hear from him. But tonight, he couldn't bear the stillness any longer.
Soobin missed you more than he ever let himself admit. The laughter you used to share at all hours of the night, the way your voice could make him smile without even trying—it was all gone now, replaced by an aching silence.
He finally pressed the call button.
The dial tone felt like a countdown. Each ring was a beat of his heart, louder and faster than the last. It felt like he was falling, falling without knowing where he was going. Would you pick up? Would you even want to talk to him?
Then, on the third ring, you answered.
"Soobin?" Your voice, soft and tentative, was like a breath of fresh air after weeks of suffocating silence.
"Hey," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's late, but I... I couldn't sleep. I've been thinking about you."
He could hear you sigh on the other end, and for a moment, he feared he'd gone too far. But then you spoke, and the words hit him like a wave of relief.
"I've been thinking about you too," you murmured. "I wasn't sure if you'd call."
"I didn't know if I should," Soobin admitted, his fingers gripping the phone tighter. "But I miss you. I miss us."
Silence hung between you both, thick and heavy. The distance had never felt more real than it did now, in this moment. But Soobin knew he couldn't leave things unsaid any longer.
"I've missed you too," you said quietly, your voice fragile. "I didn't think I would, but I do. More than I care to admit."
Soobin's heart ached at the honesty in your words. He could feel the ache in his chest growing stronger, but he didn't know how to fix it, how to turn back time. All he could do was speak what he was feeling, knowing it might never be enough.
"I don't want us to be this way, you know?" Soobin said, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't want the silence between us to last forever."
A soft, bitter laugh escaped you. "But we're not the same anymore, Soobin. Things aren't the same."
His chest tightened at the words, but he couldn't deny it. The space between you, the emotional gap—he felt it too. But that didn't stop him from wanting to fight for something that felt like it was slipping away.
"You're right," he said softly. "But I can't just let go. I think about you all the time."
"I think about you too," you whispered. "I don't know how to stop."
The conversation lingered in the air, hanging by a thread. Soobin's fingers grazed his lips, and without thinking, he found himself stepping closer to the phone, the distance between the two of you feeling more tangible than ever.
There was a pause, and then—without warning—he heard you breathe his name again.
"Soobin..."
He closed his eyes, unable to stop the overwhelming wave of longing that surged through him. "Can I... can I kiss you?"
The words hung there, but he felt your hesitation before you finally responded. "It's too late for this," you murmured, but there was a softness in your voice that made him press on.
"Maybe," he whispered, his heart pounding. "But I can't pretend I don't want to."
Without thinking any further, he kissed the phone screen, the warmth of your image still lingering in his mind. The kiss was soft, distant, hopeless in its desperation, but it was all he could do—this stolen, quiet kiss, a confession of everything left unsaid.
"I miss you," he breathed, the words thick with emotion.
"I miss you too," you whispered back, your voice broken and raw.
The call ended in a silence that neither of you wanted to break. It wasn't the kind of ending you both needed, but it was the only one you had left. And as Soobin laid down, his fingers brushing the empty space beside him, he couldn't help but wonder if this hopeless romance—this fragile thread between you—would ever be enough.
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